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The weekend, and writer's block
Aug. 7th, 2005 12:52 pmFriday I looked at two places. The century house, I determined, is further from both Runnymede and High Park than I'd really like. The bedrooms, with one exception, are in the 10x10 range, but then the basement is HUGE and the yard is as well. If enough housemates popped up who wanted to give it a try, I might, but I'm not going to bust my butt trying to make it happen for a suboptimal commute.
The other place was one of those "yeah, its four bedrooms, with no common space." The bedrooms were tiny, to boot, and the neighbourhood not so fabulous.
Househunting was followed by tasty indian with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
knotty_mark and ladygiggles, socializing, sleep, and more socializing. Saturday, I got dropped off at the 519, and walked to Union Station.
On the way, I stopped off at the Church St. Baskin Robbins, and had an unfortunate experience. A straight girl was chatting with her friends in there about this guy who "claims he's bisexual" but only dates drag queens, and keeps on asking her out. And her (presumably gay) male friends, including the person working the counter, were advising her not to date him because he'd just use her for sex whenever he wanted to convince himself that he was straight.
I really wanted to say something. I didn't. I wasn't sure if I'd be jumping down their throats and then have it turn out that while they have no question that bisexuality exists, they are pretty damn sure that this particular acquaintance is having identity issues and is not bisexual after all. Such people DO exist, at times. Unfortunately.
Still, the whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth that no amount of no-sugar-added chocolate cookie crumble ice cream could erase. Good thing I stopped in at the doodads store on a nearby side street for some paraphernalia (I got a leather pride flag and a queer canadian flag patch). I got to have a great conversation with the shop owner about living in SF, coming out to parents and not pushing them too hard by hanging a giant bi pride flag in my room, and living in Toronto. He was really nice.
Sure, there are assholes in any queer community that deny bisexuality. But I have to keep reminding myself that they are not the majority.
Anyhow, since I got home yesterday I've been successfully going down my to-do list. I'm now at the very critical point of trying to write my sleepwatch article over again, but in a narrative style. And god damn if I don't have writer's block! Almost everything I write feels stupid to me. :( I'll just have to keep trying, since I think I really ought to get this back to the editor soon.
I've got an invite to the Ren Faire this afternoon. I'd like to go, but I'd also like to continue making progress on my massive to-do list. Whenever I'm not looking, it pulsates, glows, and grows. Scary stuff! :) I'd love to see my friends enjoy a ren faire for the first time, and spend some time with them. So, we'll see. I should give them a call or something. :)
Back to work!
The other place was one of those "yeah, its four bedrooms, with no common space." The bedrooms were tiny, to boot, and the neighbourhood not so fabulous.
Househunting was followed by tasty indian with
knotty_mark and ladygiggles, socializing, sleep, and more socializing. Saturday, I got dropped off at the 519, and walked to Union Station. On the way, I stopped off at the Church St. Baskin Robbins, and had an unfortunate experience. A straight girl was chatting with her friends in there about this guy who "claims he's bisexual" but only dates drag queens, and keeps on asking her out. And her (presumably gay) male friends, including the person working the counter, were advising her not to date him because he'd just use her for sex whenever he wanted to convince himself that he was straight.
I really wanted to say something. I didn't. I wasn't sure if I'd be jumping down their throats and then have it turn out that while they have no question that bisexuality exists, they are pretty damn sure that this particular acquaintance is having identity issues and is not bisexual after all. Such people DO exist, at times. Unfortunately.
Still, the whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth that no amount of no-sugar-added chocolate cookie crumble ice cream could erase. Good thing I stopped in at the doodads store on a nearby side street for some paraphernalia (I got a leather pride flag and a queer canadian flag patch). I got to have a great conversation with the shop owner about living in SF, coming out to parents and not pushing them too hard by hanging a giant bi pride flag in my room, and living in Toronto. He was really nice.
Sure, there are assholes in any queer community that deny bisexuality. But I have to keep reminding myself that they are not the majority.
Anyhow, since I got home yesterday I've been successfully going down my to-do list. I'm now at the very critical point of trying to write my sleepwatch article over again, but in a narrative style. And god damn if I don't have writer's block! Almost everything I write feels stupid to me. :( I'll just have to keep trying, since I think I really ought to get this back to the editor soon.
I've got an invite to the Ren Faire this afternoon. I'd like to go, but I'd also like to continue making progress on my massive to-do list. Whenever I'm not looking, it pulsates, glows, and grows. Scary stuff! :) I'd love to see my friends enjoy a ren faire for the first time, and spend some time with them. So, we'll see. I should give them a call or something. :)
Back to work!
